~Prints of a Steed~ Realistic Horse RP:Accepting

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Millie.

I perk my ears, also hearing the slight pounding. My head raises curiously, and lets out a soft whinny, the sound more curious than inviting. I enjoy the soft, cool breeze that suddenly comes, the breeze ruffling my mane slightly, giving my hot neck some air. I red my hind leg, relaxing, ears now flopped to the side contently.

Diabo.

I instantly stops galloping as I hear a whinny. I raise my head, the sound quite distant, but being able to know the direction of the whinny without requiring another one. I spin on my hind quarters and gallops towards the neigh, shaking my thick mane, nostrils wide. Soon, the tree I was previously at to test my hearing pops into view, and the two horses I saw by the lake earlier on, when Coyote was being attacked, are standing under them. I snort and slows to a halt quite a distance away, not really wanting to intrude them, but nosey enough to come, despite the fact they didn't really invite me to come. I snort loudly, shaking my forelock out of my eyes, ears perked. I notice the other stallion, and I stay put, not particularly wanting to upset any of them.

[lonely.silence]

Infamous Trouble Maker

Trouble's ears went forward as Millie whinnied waiting for a reply that never came. Instead the stallion from earlier appeared. Trouble's ears flattened and he pranced a few steps forward, stopping and then giving a neigh of warning. He might've been tolerant of the stallion earlier but no more. Not now that he had a mare to protect. His hoof scuffed the ground and his eyes continually watched the stallion waiting for him to leave.

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Diabo.

My ears flicker, and an amused smirk crosses my face at the other stallions reaction. It amuses me to no end on how protective stallions are over their mares, even though sure I could go ahead and snake that mare if I wanted, but I've long gone off that method. I'd rather be with happy horses than miserable, forced ones. I snort and prances forward, well aware that the stallion may attack, but my tail flicks, not even looking at the mare. I lower my head and clears my nostrils, I then say,
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
I have always had a thing for winding other males up, hence why I left the bachelor group when I was younger, I could feel the other young stallions were getting annoyed by me, and left before any fights broke out. I stop closer near the two now, head raised high, ears perked.

Millie.

I snort uneasily as the black stallion from before appears and comes close. I watch him carefully, ears now held back slightly, not letting myself relax even when he speaks. They all say that.. I think to myself, swishing my tail.

[{converse}]

~ BulletProof Heart ~

Bullet walked silently through the trees, a ghost, a spirit. He came to a stop as a familiar sound cut through the air. The whinny of a mare. He froze at the sound and flicked his ear, making sure he wasn't dreaming. He peered out of the forest, catching sight of the mare and two stallions facing off. He chuckled. They had no idea he was watching. He could tell that the mare owned to one of them, and the other was just curious, but then again he had always had a talent for reading horses. He watched with mild amusement, waiting to see what would happen.

[lonely.silence]

Infamous Trouble Maker

Trouble began to paw the ground his ears flattening even tighter on his skull. He was also offended by being told that he wasn't going to get hurt by the other stallion. "And why would I be scared that you were?" Trouble was keeping himself under control but if the stallion didn't leave soon something was definitely going to happen. Trouble shifted his weight so he was standing squarely on all fours instead of leaning to his right side.

[{converse}]

~ BulletProof Heart ~

Bullet couldn't help chuckling. This stallion was full of his own bravado. He couldn't manage being treated like a colt. Bullet snorted quietly, tossing his mane from his eyes. He watched with growing interest wondering if there would be a fight.

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Diabo.

I snort and tosses my head, resisting the urge to snicker. I swish my tail, and brings myself up to my full height, feeling in a wind-up mood. I shake my thick mane again, and I hear a soft chuckle, my ears being sensitive, my ear flickers towards it, but I don't react, my attention focused on this stallion. I say calmly,
"If you are not afraid of me, then why are you acting so defensive?"
I ask the question, thought I already know the answer. The mare. But it is always good to see another's reaction when I go down the route of winding up. I flick my tail, my stance not exactly aggressive, more like laid back, lazy almost. If there is going to be a fight, he will have to start it, I will just defend myself. I rest my hind leg, seemingly relaxed.

[Whitesnake]

-- White Noise --

Static suddenly felt shy and timid around the silvery stallion. Her ears burned as he thanks her and she looked into his eyes with a thin smile. "You are very welcome. I'm just happy to know that I helped someone in need." she confessed, her eyes suddenly glazing over. The last voluntary thought was: 'Oh no, not again.'

The sky was the soft colour of a robins egg, fluffy clouds like balls of cotton floating gently on the breeze. I sighed, flicking my ears and tail with happiness. Everything was perfect. There was food, good weather, no humans and places to play. I looked up for a moment, making sure I wasn't too far from my mother, and started prancing around. Suddenly the sun was blocked out and a furious snort filled her ears. "What do you think you're doing, you useless little twig?" asked the largest and meanest filly, Crash Course. I shrank away, but they didn;t stop."

Static shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

Malevolent Thunderstorm

He watched as a strange expression overcame Static. "Are you alright?" He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. He flicked his tail and stood up (Was he already standing? I forgot xD), shaking the dust from his mane. (Extreme writer's block xP)

[lonely.silence]

Infamous Trouble Maker

Trouble didn't hear the chuckle his attention fully on the stallion in front of him. He was thinking carefully on what he would do. This stallion was bigger than himself maybe by a few inches or so which could work for or against him. Trouble flicked his tail against his side letting his head rise stubbornly, "Well I think the answers clear." It was clear in his voice that he was close to his breaking point. It didn't help that this strange stallion had just asked one of the dumbest questions he had ever heard.

[CountryCowgirl<3]

Shila

Shila trotted over an open field, tired, hungry, and lost. "Mommy!" she cried out. Shila looked all over the place, looking for her mother who abandon her a couple of months ago. She cried out for her mother again, no answer. A tear rolled down her cheek and she flopped down in some bushes.